Cold, very very cold... Why am I cold?

I opened my eyes to reveal that I was laying behind a dumpster covered only by my old, ratty, leather jacket. I stood and Looked around surveying my surroundings.

Oh yea I remember now...

*Flashback*

"Nyx just drop it, your dad didn't want you then why would he want you now?" my friend (if that's what you could call her) Jill threw in her two cents as I packed. Her consistent nagging bored and annoyed my all at once, what a multitasker.

"I don't know Jill, I really don't but I have to try don't I?" I questioned her not once looking up from my clothes choosing what to bring with me in my messenger bag. I cotinued my reasoning with her, "And besides if I stay here I'm better off dead. You and I both know that I'm not happy here, so why not try for happiness you know?" I asked looking up. She huffed and flopped down begrudgingly on her squeaky mattress.

"This is insane." she proclaimed to me from where she lie, her objections doing little to nothing to stop me. "I mean you have a fifteen year old photograph and the name of a city. How far do you think that will get you?" she asked me. I zipped my bag up and she stood. I looked her square in the eyes and told her,

"Far enough," and I smiled despite my nerves telling her to let Squirt know I'll miss her. And like that I was gone from the crappy foster home on my way to Santa Carla looking for my father, a father who may have very well moved away, aged and looked completely different, or on the other hand he could still live there and could be easily identifiable. I just have to risk it.

*End*Flashback*

I have been in Santa Carla for just over 13 hours and I have yet to start searching for my father mainly because I needed some well deserved sleep, I got up and looked in the trash can looking for a scrap or something, anything to eat. Yes a major flaw in my great escape had been food. I kind of forgot to bring it and not fun eating dumpster snacks, no matter how appealing that sounds...sarcasm Obvious sarcasm... As I'm digging a boy who looked a year or two younger than me came up to me and tapped my shoulder. I turned to him expectant of him to speak. He handed me a 20 dollar bill and pointed to a lady standing by a car and a man asking for directions.

"My mom said to buy yourself a meal," he smiled really pleased with himself. I almost rejected the money, and I almost told him about my no hand outs policy but right then my stomach betrayed me as I thought of food and drink I could enjoy with this newly found treasure. I just smiled and excepted in the end. I decided to save the meal money for later when I really needed it. I then pulled my jacket over my shoulders and I walked around the boardwalk and began my quest for my father. I first walked up to a group of teenagers not expecting much from them but not knowing where to start my questioning I asked a blonde boy with liberty spikes about the picture. He brushed me off and kept walking heading for an arcade or something. His friends just laughed. I kept walking and I began to question others who just brushed me off as well. I had no idea why everyone around here took a missing person questioning so lightly, well not until I passed by a billboard that held what looked to be hundreds of missing posters, and the occasional UFO poster.

"That might have something to do with it," I mumbled to myself as I walked away from the poster. I put the picture in my pocket and my stomach growled. I decided now is a good time for food as it is getting dark so I can have a nice dinner. I walked around, not looking for anything in particular when quaint little Chinese place caught my eye. I walked up to it the money burning a hole in my pocket as I thought of the lo mien and egg rolls and the fortune cookies, god how I love fortune cookies. I walked inside and I walked up to the lady at the cash register and ordered. While the man in the back cooked my food I decided to ask the lady about my dad, maybe she knows him. As I dug through my pocket a man no older than 20 walked up to the counter and order his food. I glanced at him long enough to notice he was staring at me, his grayish green eyes scanning my entire body. I noticed he had long, curly, blonde hair and a patched jacket, and he was wearing chaps? Such an odd combination of clothing but the pulled it off. I finally got the photo out and held it up to the lady and asked her,

"Excuse me could you possibly identify this man? I need to find him." she looked up for just a second and then looked back down to her nails filing them while shaking her head in disinterest and confirmation. I saw the blonde leaning over to see the picture so I turned to him.

"What about you? I really need to find hi-" I was cut off by him as he said,

"Yeah, Dwayne, of course I know him he's like my brother."

I looked to him with excitement in my eyes as I tried to keep my cool.

"Can you take me to him? I'd really like to meet, Dwayne?" I asked unsure if I got his name right.

"Sure why not, I'm Marko by the way." he told me as the lady handed us our food. I grabbed the bag and followed Marko outside. I asked,

"Do you mind if I eat first, I haven't eaten in a while actually."

He shrugged and sat down on a bench where I joined him. I opened my food and almost melted. I tried to eat as lady like as possible, completely aware of the guy beside me, but it's hard to when the food is just sitting there all for me.

I quietly finished and he led me to a bike where he strapped his food on this basket thing on the back and helped me on. The bike jumped to life underneath me and my nerves got the better of me as I scooted closer this guy, startled. We raced into the night, hopefully to my father.

****Please review and tell me what you think! Should I add on? Make it a two-shot or an actually story? Just an idea I've had for a while, message me telling me what you think and if requested I'll add a bio(looks personality etc.)******